“Stop,” he growls, voice ragged. “I need to be inside you, Juliette.”
He lifts me from the edge of the bed and lays me across the sheets. His body covers mine, the delicious weight of him pressing me into the mattress as his mouth claims mine in a desperate kiss that tastes of whisky and want.
My body responds to his words with a flood of heat between my thighs as his fingers come between us, sliding through my slick heat. “Christ, you’re soaked.”
All I can do is moan in response as he drags his finger over my clit.
“Juliette… Condom,” he groans.
I shake my head. “No, we don’t need it…unless you want it.” My gaze holds his, silently begging. I need him.Allof him, with nothing between us.
His voice drops, the words a raw rasp, a whisper of control. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I whimper.
He leans down, his tongue tangling with mine, stroking my craving for him. He’s hard against my thigh, pressing insistently against my heated skin as he positions himself between my legs.
I reach between us, my fingers wrapping around his length, guiding him to where I need him most.
“Please,” I whisper, my voice breaking on the word.
The head of his cock presses against my entrance, and he pauses.
“Look at me,” he commands softly.
I open my eyes, meeting his intense gaze. The green of his irises darkens to a deep forest shade, pupils blown wide with desire.
“I want to see your face when I make you mine.”
With a slow, controlled thrust, he pushes inside me, filling me completely. A gasp rips from my throat at theexquisite pressure, a deliciousburn settling in as my body tries to accommodatehis size. My fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving marks on his skin as I adjust.
“Fuck…” he groans, his forehead pressed against mine, breath rugged and uneven. “You feel incredible.”
He stays perfectly still, his fading control evident in the trembling of his muscles beneath my fingertips. I roll my hips, taking him deeper, and a strangled sound escapes him.
“Move,” I whisper against his lips. “Please, Knox.”
“Say it,” he demands, biting down on my bottom lip.
I whisper the words that are going to be branded into my soul. “I’m yours.”
I wrap my legs high around his waist, and he withdraws almost completely before driving back in, each deliberate thrust sending a fresh wave of sensation spiraling through me. His hands grip my hips, angling me just right, hitting a spot deep inside that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.
“More,” I moan, my head thrown back against the bed.
His thrusts quicken, each one deeper and more urgent than the last. I can feel the tension building, my body wound so tight I’m sure I’ll shatter at any moment.
Knox’s mouth trails hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, his teeth grazing my pulse point.
“That’s it,” he murmurs against my skin. “Let go for me.”
His words send me over the edge. I come with a cry, my body clenching around him as waves of pleasure crash over me. Knox’s rhythm falters as he watches me unravel beneath him.
“God, you’re stunning like this,” he rasps.
I’m still trembling with aftershocks when he begins to move again, deeper and more forceful.
“Knox,” I gasp, feeling another climax building impossibly fast. “I can’t?—”
